Si Chen lowered his head to glance at Jiang Ling, who had become a god of slaughter below, then looked up at Taichu sitting opposite him.
"Innate yin baleful intent, an Immortal Emperor's Dao Foundation."
"You actually pushed her this far?"
At that, Taichu revealed a smile without a trace of warmth. "Is that so strange?"
"Whatever methods you know, naturally, I know them too."
"If you can use the River Chart to open up a Small World, naturally, I can reverse the laws of space and time and pave her a broad road reaching straight to the Emperor Realm."
At this point, Taichu seemed to develop a competitive streak that should never have existed. Of course, this so-called competitiveness would only ever be directed at his other self.
"Not only that, what I've done is purer and more perfect than what you've done."
"Your people waste their talents in the mire of the mortal world."
Taichu gently placed the black stone in his hand on the board.
"But mine has severed all her weaknesses and forged the purest Dao of slaughter between heaven and earth."
Faced with Taichu's conclusion, Si Chen merely nodded. "Without pain or misgivings, she is indeed a fine, sharp blade."
Then his gaze turned toward another battlefield.
There, Luo Hou was locked in combat with two Demon Sovereigns from ancient times.
"And what about Luo Hou?"
Si Chen turned his teacup. "His performance so far... doesn't seem to have met expectations. You could even say it's rather unpresentable."
Taichu withdrew his gaze and sat upright again. "It's a good thing for a vicious hound to know how to hide his abilities in front of his master..."
"He'll be at his deadliest when he bares his fangs."
Taichu unhurriedly straightened his snow-white cuffs. "My affairs are